Jackie's complete speculation on a script:
Barnett College, New York 1972
Lightning flashes in the window. The sound of heavy rain can be heard. Two men in very wet suits approach the woman at the reception desk. One pulls out Identification.
"Ma'am, I'm Agent Whitaker, with the National Security Agency. This is Agent Brown. We have an appointment to see the dean."
The woman looks up at the men, and presses an intercom button. "Professor Jones, your ten o'clock is here."
A voice crackles on the intercom. "Send them in, Irene."
The men proceed through the door. An elderly Dr. Jones (Harrison Ford) sits at his desk looking over paperwork. He doesn't look up.
"So Uncle Sam needs my help again, boys? Can't find anyone younger to do your work for you? I'm retiring in three months."
Brown fidgets. Whitaker smiles grimly.
"We need your brain, not your bullwhip, Doctor. Brezhnev's boys have a significant head start on us. I'm told you know something about {insert fabled artifact here}?"
Doctor Henry Walton Jones, Jr. sets down his pen, slowly removes his glasses, and runs his hand over his face, before putting his glasses back on and looking up at the NSA agents.
"That's not a path we want to go down," he says simply. "Leave it alone. Let the Soviets have it."
Brown shakes his head. "That explanation won't fly at headquarters. We need more."
Indiana grabs a cane, and stands up, walking over toward a bookshelf, scanning the books slowly.
"It's a long story, gentlemen. And one you can't hear without losing a few nights sleep afterward. This might as well be Pandora's Box. Are you sure?"
Whitaker sits down. "We have time."
Jones pulls a book from the shelf and goes back to his desk to sit down.
"It was, uh, i think 1933..."
Fade to black, fade in with the camera dramatically panning up the body of a man standing in the rain, his familiar leather jacket, whip hanging at his belt, and wide-brimmed fedora in evidence. Lightning flashes in the background. (Chris Pratt)
_________________ Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves, Scheherezade had a thousand tales But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeves you got a brand of magic never fails... ...Mister Aladdin, sir, What will your pleasure be? Let me take your order, Jot it down -You ain't never had a friend like me █ ♣ █
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